Killers Have More Fun

Prefix- Simple Minded

I couldn’t believe it. I had finally found the people I have been looking at for months in pictures.

From other killers that have tried to lure me into their little ‘clan’, say these people have the keys to immortality. And trust me, I plan on killing the guardians with my dead cold hands if I have to. I’ll kill them even if it means killing myself doing so.

There were only two of them. A middle aged man with black hair styled into a crew cut. He had some beard fuzz, but not enough to make it full. He was short for a man, approximately 5’4. Looking into his grey eyes, I could see a spark itching to be lit once more. It wasn’t something that a majority of people would notice, but I could always spot a fellow killer. By the way he limped around town, it was obvious to anyone he had a leg problem. Truthfully, I found it amusing that other killers have tried to kill him and have failed.

Then there was a young woman with vivid blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a long scar outreaching down the left side of her face, faintly stopping right below her eye. On her neck was a tattoo of a bloody spear dripping down to her chest. Also, she was taller than the man, about at 5’7. I could tell by the bulge in her pocket she had a knife on hand. Smart, but not smart enough because it was visible to experienced assassins like me.

I could tell all of that rom the three pictures each that I had found in an envelope that was slid under the door of my apartment room I spent three days living in. I was always on the run because I was a fugitive for so long, cops wondered if I even existed. Some people categorize me as a Creepy Pasta.

But trust me, baby. I’m real. And as much as you ponder over if I am or am not, then decide against it, the more you’ll be wanted on my death list.

But my two current victims were walking into their house when I found them. I was placed in a tree above their house. Glancing at my wrist, I looked down at my time.  11:09.

I jumped down from the tree, and landed gracefully on my hands, flipping to my feet. I guess the gymnastic course I took in my younger youth really paid off.

The door was shut, but no binds were down. Of course they didn’t think of people watching in on them, spying. Simple minded people they were.

I crawled over to the window, and peaked my head up for a second. I saw their shadows coming into the living room from the kitchen. This is going to be too easy at this rate.

My eyes fell to a window cranked up a little in the dining room that was visible through the living room. Within seconds I darted over to the window. Using a tool I made, I stuck it under the window, and a long wired hand reached up, and opened the window, unlocking it. I slipped through, leaving the window the way it was.

The knife in my boot scratched against my foot, pushing over the gun I also had in there. Creeping on, I perched under the table that had a cloth under it.

I heard them sit down, talking in muffled voices, as if they were leaning over the table to each other whispering.

I heard a faint noise, which I could account as a kiss. Sickening, I thought, getting out my gun. Scooching closer to the girl, I loaded the gun. Aiming up her legs, I pulled the trigger, which was followed by a scream. Popping up, I kept on shooting her till she fell out of her chair, drenched in blood.

My eyes traveled to the man jumping up from his seat, searching the table for a defense weapon. Lame, I thought, reaching down into my boot grabbing the bloody knife, throwing it at his head.

At the same time almost, I felt a bullet pierce through my leg. Feeling it, my hand was covered in red. Looking up, I saw the man with the knife through his skull, on the floor.

Smiling, I looked over them. I did. Now where’s the keys? I thought, the room getting fuzzier. I fell to my knees as I heard two voices and blurry figures come close to me.

I fell down completely as the room went dark, my leg hurting like heck.

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 Hey guys. I know this is short and all- but it IS the PREFIX. :D

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